Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

What made them even more terrified was that in the darkness, there was a low breathing sound in their ears. That was definitely not the breathing of a human... It was like a soul-reaper messenger from hell, softly complaining in front of everyone's ears, but also like a god of death, gently speaking to them, announcing their final death sentence. "I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I feel like I'm going to die!" someone yelled hysterically, pulling at his scalp. The low temperature of the air, the endless darkness, and the breathing of the demons that seemed to be around him at any time, naturally made some people who were mentally ill at ease collapse.

I pressed harder, let my cock slide between the folds and the fabric, rolling my balls in rhythm, and moaned into the pillow as he continued pushing scenes into me. “Good,” he said, almost approving, almost amused. “Every twitch, every moan, every desperate thought—you’re letting me see all of it.” I came hard, so hard it shook through my body, hips bucking, fingers tight, and finally, finally, the images slowed, the pressure left my skull. The demon’s presence loosened, coiling out of me, and for the first time all day, all week maybe, I could breathe without being crushed from the inside.

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

Was that a yes? I struggle to control my breathing, but the world is tilting and the urge to retch all over the floor becomes an imminent reality. “Have you severed ties with your pack?” he snarls, “ANSWER ME!” spittle flying from his lips as his eyes turn dark with madness. I recoil in fear, never having seen this side of him before. His face contorts into a demonic mask as he demands an answer. “No,” I choke out, feeling the weight of his rage bearing down on me. But instead of easing, his expression transforms into a sinister grin that sends shivers down my spine. “That’s good, little pet,” he sneers, the venom dripping from each word like deadly poison.

He pulls out a medical oxygen concentrator. The unit hisses as it primes, a serpentine sound in the silence. Black, jagged holes tear through my vision. My heart is a frantic weight trapped in a cage of silver ribs. I can feel the thing in my womb pulsing with a cold, rhythmic hunger that matches the drain in the room. It isn't just me. The child is breathing through me. And it doesn't want the air; it wants the energy. Damian stands over me, the oxygen mask dangling from his hand. He doesn't put it on me yet. He waits, watching the way my chest heaves, watching the silver threads begin to glow through the fabric of my robe.

The male demon moved his eyebrows up and down, still quite strongly clutching Janice Valeria’s right upper arm. “What are you gonna do to me? Please let me go... Let me go... Please leave me alone... Please leave me alone... What are you gonna do to me? Help! Help! Help!” Really Janice Valeria shouted and screamed for nothing. “Hahaha... Just scream as loudly as possible... Just shout as loudly as you can... In this dark deep silent wood, in the hours like these, in the latest evening like this, nobody’s in sight; nobody can hear your screaming and shouting; nobody’s going to help and save you... Hahaha...” The male demon cackled loudly within his cynicism as well as sarcasm.

“Bring Lyla out now. I’m not going to ask a third time.” The moment Lucas’s voice fell, he activated the Level 3 Immemorial Demonic Script. Ever since Lucas’ Immemorial Demonic Script reached Level 3, the demonic aura he emitted from his body became even more terrifying. In an instant, the entire area was enveloped by a terrifying demonic aura. The people from both Inferno and the Thunder God Organization widened their eyes; they were overwhelmed with shock. It has to be said that they went as far as to stop breathing altogether, afraid that what they would inhale was not oxygen but the demonic aura. Needless to say, it was enough to make them tremble.

Within a radius of 10,000 miles, the breath was clear, without a trace of Demon Aura or Demonic Qi. Caspian stood where he was, breathing deeply with a faint smile on his face. At this time, his breath was restrained, as if it was integrated with the surroundings. It would not be ignored or abrupt.